The Door

This week has been hard for me. It is the culmination of the hardest year I have had to face in my entire life. I have had to re-examine my priorities and dig deep into my soul. I will post another about all that, but this post has a specific context. My step mom challenged us to do many things on this anniversary, the anniversary of my dad's death. To listen to his cd that he wrote and produced. To lift a glass in his honor and to share a memory with those that knew him and those that didn't. There are so many memories that I could share, and have shared already in previous posts. I decided to share one of D's favorites. He knew him the shortest, but they formed a bond instantly. My dad respected him, and loved him dearly.

In 2008 we went to visit Florida. The trip was to be a full one, with Thanksgiving being that week and plans to do many things. On the agenda; Disney World, The Club, The Abbey, Thanksgiving dinner, horseback riding and many chores around the property. Our trip to Disney World was a blast. After being there a short 12 hours, we packed up smaller overnight bags and jumped in the car to make the hour and a half drive into Orlando. We checked into our hotel and made little inside jokes about the hot rock spa treatment that they had pictured everywhere. It was pretty funny that every time my dad found a loose rock, he placed it on his back and made a serene and relaxed face, to show how well rocks can make you relaxed. We put down our luggage, and took a tour of the property. Then we went to buy our tickets for the park the next day and get ready for dinner, after a few cocktails of course. We went to a wonderful dinner and had some amazing conversation. The next day we took the shuttle into Epcot. I enjoyed the park, but we were there too early to drink the beers of every country. We went onto a couple of rides learned some things and took some pictures. Mission to Mars was the ride of the day, not because it was particularly the best, but the funniest story. We were in line and we came to a point that was a warning and you had to decide which intensity of the ride you were going to choose. Well me being a chicken I immediately went into the tame side, with my dad right behind me. D looked at us and said, "I wanna go in the intense side." My stepmom, being adventurous said that she would go with him. Since our chicken side was shorter, dad and I got on and off the ride pretty quickly so we had to wait. When they finally came off, Daryl look green. She told D that she would only go on that for him, but that she probably would never go on it again. Soon after we parted ways and D and I took the monorail into The Magic Kingdom (I.E. Disneyland of Florida) which, to those that go to the original all the time, it wasn't worth it, but it was an experience that we shared.
 

Once back to the house we did many things. Hikes around the property, went and had the best chicken wings on the earth at The Abbey, had dinner with the neighbors Jeff and Stacy at the club, Thanksgiving dinner at Lady and Ashleigh's home and of course D's first riding lesson. He had been on trail rides before, but let's be serious, those horses are trained to follow the butt in front. So we put him in the saddle and Daryl told him how to use the reigns and him legs to control speed and direction. I rode around a bit, but was super rusty. We wandered around the property, chain-sawing dead trees, picking up sticks and mowing the property getting ready for a burn pile. D's favorite thing is the burn pile. Big giant bonfire in the middle of the property.  

The thing that D remembers the most is going into the garage with my dad and him showing how he makes furniture. He taught him how to use all the machines and together they made a door. Not very big, maybe 18" x 24." But my dad showed him how to miter corners, how to plane, sand and stain it. He walked in proud of himself and said that we were bringing it home. I thought to myself "how on earth are we bringing that home." Well I am glad we did, because now D has a memory and a piece of him always.

So there you have it, a memory to keep with us always. The year has been hard. Emotionally I have been a wreck and have tried to get back on track. I am working my way there. All I can do is keep him always in my heart. When I listen to music or play an instrument, remember who gave me the love. Laugh when I can, cry when I need. Just remember that he is looking down upon me smiling.

R.O.S     I.L.Y.T.B!



Note: I want to thank everyone who has stuck by my this year. To my husband and my parents, you are my rock and support that I stand on. My sounding board, my smile, and my mirror. Everything good I owe to you. You show me who I am, and who I can become. I am not perfect, nobody is, and all I can do is look forward and grow.  

To my friends. Thank you for those who have stuck by my side. Life isn't easy, and sometimes we get lost trying to manage. The lighthouse of friendships has made my journey easier as I navigate my way through the murkiness. These people I speak to you have blessed me with your support and understanding and I thank you always for that! 

Love you all!